When I overnight on the street there is sometimes plenty of room between the Rolling Steel Tent and passing traffic, such as an extra wide shoulder, or bicycle lanes separating parking and passing vehicles. Other times it’s tighter. Whatever the circumstances, I try to get as close to the curb as possible. Occasionally too close. Boondockers get “desert pinstripes.” Streetdockers (or at least the ones without great vehicle maneuvering skills) get their tires scrubbed. Maybe several times in one parallel parking attempt.
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